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[Game
Its

Game talking]
It's 07
We runnin' summers
in dual
and tell them my coming for war

1]
AY YO!
I can't let the day go lettin' the K go
Now watch his blow, YAYO!
Heard you in the big apple
Better hidin' 'for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you
9-3 ties
hatians in Miami (zoe gang!)
yeah, them hatians down in
Fat Joe don't fuck with you, Nas like you
So who they gonna blame when they long snipe you
Potato on the mussel, black tape on the
We in the A-Team van black tape on your bitch
She gonna us where you at
We gonna twist that
and just wait 'til that rat out the that hole
No, the streets ain't
When we see him we gonna eat face
No we gonna beat that case
Yeah, it's on again, two of patron I'm in
Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' extend

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the streets call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't fuck the real!)
Out in the they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Nigga, don't the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it
(Nigga, cross the real!)

2]
What type of bitch niggaz put his on kids (HOMO!)
Pull up that van on his (Nope)
We don't do the kid slap,nah we do the kid
Eyewitness news, there's been a
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play Harlem
Sit by the phone, just wait it's daddy callin'
Nah, we don't get down like
but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like

Tryin' to make peace Dipset
but you ain't even the beef with Jin yet
It's on now, better call dr. Ben and
Set up a peace treaty or go get some
Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil'
Call the snitch hotline and get the monkeys
Call the cops, I'm 100 miles an runnin'
Then the God and tell him that your ass is comin'

[Chorus:(The Game)]
Out in the they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You fuck with the real!)
Out in the streets call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Never the real!)
They call it murder call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They call it
(You fuck with the real!)
They call it murder They it murder They call it murder They call it murder
(Never the real!)

3]
This ain't "Ether", nah, ain't "Hit 'em up"
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna them up
We just the coroner
Who gonna drive the
Fuck the whole G-Unit, who to Buck
Fuck Spider too, now that's for Big
I know where you your sheeps
I'll have Crips waitin'
youtube banger, tell me how clip taste
You Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh)
I got the crown nigga, going down nigga
and Los Angelesss - my town nigga!
I got a place where bodies don't get found
Where the sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy
Look at niggaz flinchin'
We ain't gonna do
I'll your crew sit
So play like them is toy and this is just music

(The Game)]
Out in the streets they call it (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(You can't with the real!)
Out in the streets they it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...)
(Don't ever the real!)
They call it murder call it murder They call it murder
(murder, murder, kill, kill, kill...)
They it murder
(Niggaz can't fuck the real!)
They call it murd... They call it murder call it murder They call it murd...
(Don't fuck the real!)

[The talking]
It's Blackwall nigga!
Its 07, we be fuck with
Try and die,
I run the world, on!